“You might as well join us,” Gladys suggested. “We’ve only just started.”
“We’re looking for Daphne and Phil,” Sally replied.
“Oh, you won’t find them,” Gladys told her. “They’re down in the Senior’s Retreat.”
“What under the sun are they doing down there?” Janet demanded.
“Dramatic Club,” Prue said solemnly. “Shakespeare meeting and all that sort of thing.”
Sally and Janet looked at each other in bewilderment. “How did they get down there? They aren’t Juniors or Seniors,” Sally protested.
“Can’t help it, Miss Slocum sent their names in to Poppy as shining lights in literature,” Ann replied. “And Poppy, of course, was tickled to death.”
“So was Helen Jenkins, by the way,” Prue added. “She’s really the brains of the club, while Poppy’s the looks.”
“And they’re both Old Wing Girls,” Gladys exulted. “Just imagine how they feel at the idea of letting in two Sophomores!
“But it’s unheard of,” Sally objected, “don’t you have to be a Junior at least, before you’re eligible?”